She counts calories precariously
as if the world is trying to trick
her and slowly but surely she is
slipping back into nothingness.
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Perfect
PoetryShe has to be perfect, she has to be. she has to. Maybe then, he'll love her. Skinny is pretty, pretty is perfect, pretty girls ...
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She counts calories precariously
as if the world is trying to trick
her and slowly but surely she is
slipping back into nothingness.
